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[minjeig]

-If I found white powder in a gym, and then got a postcard in the mail (which was a mass-mailed postcard - an advertisement from South Carolina) my first reaction would be "fucking messy kids... fucking junk mail"  not "who you gonna call!?!?"

-If it weren't for the ultimate crappiness of Pay-As-You-Go and their painful long distance rates - I'd be

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[big_jt]

Holy schmoly, she ain't dead. I was actually thinking that you lost your password or got a real life or something, since it's been forever since you last posted.

As for the smell, as long as it doesn't smell of almonds, I think you're alright. If it smells like almonds, either someone's leaving rat poison around, or you're getting gangrenous. Either way, not good. Oranges? Someone's trying to up your vit C intake. S'all good.

[minjeig]

heh, nope, she's not dead - just didn't get internet until the 21st (and is mighty lazy as well...)

rat poison smells like almonds??

[big_jt]

Technically, it tastes like almonds, but given how closely smell and taste are linked, I assume that if you ever manage to smell rat poison, it would taste like almonds as well.

[lady_firefly]

I would tend to agree. Solid logic, that.

[lady_firefly]

Wow. Le Kelsy! She lives!! *mad scientist SFX*

Crazy. But sweet. What is up, my dear? And what are you nattering on about with white powder & postcards? (Anthrax...?) Email me STAT, been far to long since I've had sweet Kelsy lovin'.